Boogie down bronx, p.3
Boogie Down Bronx, page 3
“Listen up!”
The devil growled from his fine, evil mouth. “This is Juicy-Mo from 136th Street. I’m gonna ask y’all once and I expect the mothafuckin’ truth. Who in here done had them some of this? I wanna know if anybody up in here ever sucked her or fucked her. If any of you bitches ever rubbed your clit on her. I wanna know if anybody ever had they fingers in her. Their tongue! Let me know right dammit now, if any mothafucka up in here done so much as smelled this pussy!”
The young girl cringed as nearly everyone in the room jumped up hollering, “Me! Me! Me! I did! I did! Yeah, I fucked her! I sucked her! I licked her too! Hell fuckin’ yeah I got me some of that! Me too! Me too! That’s a community pussy! I got me a lil bit too!”
Her baby brother stood up in the front row and the girl cried out at the sight of him. The bright lights shone down on his injuries and she moaned with grief. Jimmy raised his hand and wiggled his broken fingers in the air.
Her brother had nothing but love for the devil as he laughed and yelled, “Man, every niggah in Harlem done tapped that ass! That bitch gives some real dead head!”
The crowd cracked up laughing, and the girl could only weep as the devil gazed down at her with a dark, evil stare.
He was going to kill her.
She could see it in his eyes.
Fast as lightning, he snatched her by the throat and cut off her breath. She didn’t even struggle as his monster blows rained down on her head and he called her every kind of stank bitch and nasty hoe he could muster. He pummeled her face, her chest, and sought out her tender gut.
And when the devil finally flung her over on her stomach and began unbuckling his belt, the young girl just lay there helplessly. In total submission. She was ready to die. The will to live flew right out of her as he yanked her naked hips high in the air. His penis was black and erect, and poised to ram her straight into nightmare hell.
But the girl didn’t fight back, and she certainly didn’t refuse the devil.
There was no need to.
Because if the pretty young girl hadn’t been taught a damn thing during the two years she’d been Granite “G” McKay’s woman, she had definitely learned one thing was true: come hell or high water, the devil always got his due.
$$$$$
I woke up in bed with my nightgown tangled around my neck. Somehow I’d ripped it off in my sleep and gotten caught up in it. I struggled to catch my breath. A scream pushed against my throat and my heart banged so hard I thought my chest was about to explode. My nightmare had felt real as hell. I was so convinced it was actually happening that my fists were balled up and my booty-cheeks were clenched tight.
For a moment I was right back where it had all started. Back in Harlem. Back inside the G-Spot, the high-rolling nightclub where I had lost my soul and almost lost my life.
I glanced over and saw Gino snuggled under the sheets beside me, and suddenly everything began shifting back into focus.
They had come to me in my dreams again. My family. Grandmother, Cara, Aunt Ree, Dicey, and worst of all, Jimmy. Not the way they were when they were alive and loving me, but the way they were in death. The way G wanted me to see them, and most of all to remember them. Twisted, sliced, bloodied, broke down, shot up. Brutalized.
It had been six months since the night I’d run out of the G-Spot with nothing but a filthy sheet wrapped around me and a nasty tube sock pressed between my legs. Six months since the life I was living had cost me almost everything and everybody I had ever loved.
Something inside me broke wide open and the fear and pain came flying out. My tears were hard and silent. The kind of cries an innocent girl makes when she’s been crushed in her soul.
I had been a naïve and sheltered seventeen-year-old schoolgirl when Granite McKay rescued me from my grandmother’s raggedy apartment on 136th Street, and took me and my brother Jimmy to his luxurious penthouse on Central Park West.
G might have been an old hustler, but he was top shelf all the way. Between his shiny new whips and imported tailor-made clothes, G was legendary and had absolute power on the streets of Harlem.
At the age of forty-six he had conquered a New York City Kingdom and he ruled it with a perfect balance of fear and respect. People on the streets had love for G. He knew exactly how to take care of the community and he was real generous when he wanted to be. G was real rich and he surrounded himself with nice things. He had turned me on to the finest stuff money could buy. When we moved to Central Park West, G hired two maids and a driver. He paid a stylist to do my hair, and a Swedish woman to massage my body and keep my skin soft just in case he felt like touching me.
But just because a man had money it didn’t mean he could put his thing down the right way. G was rich, but he was set in his ways too. I was just a delicious piece of eye candy to him, and the only thing he allowed me to do was sit up on a barstool and look good every night.
So while I liked what G was giving me, I wasn’t satisfied with the way he was giving it to me. G was like a big bucket of ice-cold water, and my young body was sizzling hot, burning straight on fire. A buster like him couldn’t help but want to splash on me and put out my flames.
So, yeah. I had been really stupid while I was busy thinking I was so smart, but if I’d had even a little bit of sense on the cap, I would have never let Granite McKay take me up on the G-Spot stage and announce to the world that I was his. I had felt so lucky for getting chosen by the King of Harlem! But let’s face it. If Lady Luck had really been on my side, she would’ve told me to break up out of the G-Spot and run for my life.
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Now enjoy
Boogie Down Bronx
from
Empire State of Mine$!
EMPIRE STATE OF MINE$!
An Urban Erotic Thriller
WARNING!
This here ain’t no romance,
It’s an Urban Erotic Thriller
The block is clickin, the plots get thickened
when dealing with straight-up killers!
This the city that never sleeps
The Zip ’em up crew always plays for keeps
Drugs and bosses, slugs and coffins,
lives get lost and pain is deep!
Home of the G’s and diamond thieves,
Where crooked police won’t let you breathe,
Where the money comes fast and they put you on blast
and the belly of the beast won’t let you leave!
A lot of shit goes down in this gunslingers town,
pay ya dues...no rules when they coming for ya crown!
Every borough is thorough and ya life’s on the line,
this is NYC, an Empire State of Mine$!
EMPIRE
STATE of MINE$!
(It’s A Movie in a Book)
Episode 4
Boogie Down Bronx
A NOIRE & REEM RAW JOINT
There are eight million stories in the naked city of New York.
These five are all the way live.
“If it wasn’t for the Bronx there’d be no boogie goin down,
So let’s give it up for all the hittas in this town!”
CHAPTER 1
Best Friends Become Strangers
Wild Man was running about five minutes late as he burnt rubber down the mean streets of the Boogie-Down Bronx.
“I knew that bitch was dirty!” he cursed under his breath as he punched the gas pedal and zipped his truck in and out of traffic. “I fuckin knew it!”
The images of Honore that he had seen on the jewelry store’s security camera were burned into his mind as he raced back up the Major Deegan. He was headed back to the Jewish Community Center so he could scoop up his bro, Noodles and he was gonna be about five minutes late.
“Yeah! I shoulda plugged that bitch in the dome the first night I saw her!” Wild Man muttered, gunning the engine and dodging potholes as his mind replayed the sight of Honore with a stylish red briefcase swinging from her hand.
Bitter rage coursed through his blood, and not just because the bad-ass trick had played him and his entire posse for a bunch of weak pussies. Nah, Wild Man was mad as fuck because now he knew for a fact that when that sucka-ass sneak thief who tried to break into his window said it was Honore who had sent him, he had been telling the truth. That bitch had tried to wax him!
He couldn’t wait to bust her ass out!
“Wait till I tell Slick!” he spit as he weaved in and out of traffic before jumping off the highway at his exit. Minutes later he rounded the corner and entered the cut where Noodles had said he’d be waiting. “I can’t believe this shit!” Wild Man fumed out loud. “Just wait till I fuckin tell Sli—”
The words froze in his throat as he rolled into the alley and spotted a figure laying sprawled out in the middle of the road.
It was a body. A body dressed in black and white waiter clothes. It was stretched out on the hot concrete directly in front of him. It was—
“Oh, shit!” Wild Man shrieked as he slammed the gear into park and jumped outta the truck like he’d been auto-ejected from that bitch. “Nooo, nooo, nooo muthafucka, nooooooooo!”
Wild Man ran around the truck’s front bumper. He dropped down to his knees and snatched his bro up in his arms as he hollered his name out with his head thrown back to the sky.
“Noodles!!!!” he screamed, gripping his friend’s shoulders and shaking the shit outta him. “Noodles!!! Son, get the fuck up! C’mon. Please. Get the fuck up!!!”
Noodles’s glazed-over eyes were open but his body was completely limp. There were no signs of him breathing and the white shirt of his waiter uniform was soaked in blood. Wild Man pressed his hand to his manz’s heart and felt for a beat. Nothing. He grabbed at his wrist to check his pulse and something small and metallic fell outta Noodles’s lifeless palm.
Wild Man scooped it up and moaned deep in his throat. His homey was fucked up. Bullet holes dotted his entire upper body. Somebody had swiss-cheesed the fuck outta his slime and he was leaking life liquid everywhere.
“Noodles don’t die! Just hold on!” Wild Man begged uselessly. “Please just fuckin hold on!”
The light had already faded from Noodles’s eyes and his skin was growing cool, but none of that registered with Wild Man because he refused to accept or acknowledge it.
“I gotta get you to the hospital, bruh,” he said, denying the reality of what was in front of him as he gathered his friend closer in his arms and started carrying him toward the truck.
He had only gone a few steps when a faint sound cut the air and Wild Man glanced down. A cell phone lay on the ground nearby. It was Noodles’s joint, and hearing a barely audible voice coming from it Wild Man lowered Noodles to the ground and snatched the phone up and pressed it to his ear.
“Yo, Noodles!” somebody screamed, and right away Wild Man knew exactly who it was. “What the fuck is going on?” the voice demanded. “You a’ight, baby? Talk to me, nigga! Talk to me!”
“Slick!” Wild Man hollered back as an indescribable wave of guilt ripped through his chest. “It’s me! Noodles got hit up, son! Somebody fuckin rocked him!”
“Yo call the fuckin ambulance!” Slick yelled. “Where they hit him at? Is he breathing? Is the muthafucka breathing? Yo call a fuckin ambulance, nigga!”
Wild Man’s whole body shook as he sank back down to his knees beside the body of his friend.
“It’s too late,” he moaned into the phone, suddenly conscious of the fact that his hands and his conscience were both covered in his brother’s blood.
“Slick…” Wild Man moaned and cried. “It’s too fuckin late, fam. They deaded him,” he sobbed into the phone. “Noodles is fuckin dead!”
$$$$$
The Zip ’em up Crew was up on the rooftop of building 430 going at it hard.
Fuck the brotherhood. That shit was over and done with and Slick and Wild Man were bare-knuckle boxing like bitter enemies who had crossed each other up in the streets.
It was some of the worst shit Jewelz had ever seen in her life. If her heart wasn’t hurting so bad for Noodles she woulda been up on her feet swinging on that fuck-up artist Wild Man too.
Slick had sounded the emergency alarm to alert the entire crew to the loss of their treasured brother and friend. Jewelz had been stunned with grief as she rushed to the rooftop to be with Slick as they waited for Wild Man and Whitey to show up. It took both of them a long time to finally get there, and she had held Slick in her arms the whole time as they waited together and cried.
Whitey had arrived first, and a couple of minutes later Wild Man had burst through the rooftop door covered in blood and looking a total fuckin wreck.
Losing Noodles was bad enough, but he was even more tore down because the cops had rolled up and he’d been forced to abandon Noodles’s body in the alley and skate off. Slick and Jewelz were both mad as fuck when, through his tears, Wild Man ’fessed up and admitted that he had been late getting to the meeting spot to pick Noodles up.
“What meeting spot? Where the hell was y’all at?” Whitey demanded. “Where did all this shit go down?”
“We was up by Westchester! Noodles had to go check something out and he told me to drop him off! I was late picking him up but I swear it was only like four minutes,” Wild Man insisted as he sat slumped on a crate with his face buried in his hands. “Four fuckin minutes! Not even five! I had dipped down to Brooklyn real quick to take a look at those—”
He never got to finish because Slick lunged at him and started swinging like a young Mike Tyson.
“Four minutes?” he rushed the shit outta Wild Man and knocked him backwards off the crate.
“You was late, bitch! You shoulda stayed right there wit’ him! You got him stretched you stupid fuck!” Slick charged again as he snuffed out Wild Man with a flurry of killer punches.
“Yo! He told me to drop him off!” Wild Man yelled from the ground as he raised his arm over his head to protect himself. “I let him out where he told me to let him out, and then I went to look at the fuckin tapes from that—”
“Stupid ass!!!” Slick threw a quick jab that snapped Wild Man’s whole head back. Stunned, Wild Man lunged forward and caught Slick with a pounding jab of his own.
“Back the fuck off me, bitch! I went to look at the—”
“I don’t give a fuck where you went!” Slick raged as he swung on his boy and smashed him again. “Late means dead in this game, muthafucka! Late means DEAD!!!”
“It wasn’t my fault!” Wild Man jumped to his feet and charged forward. He lowered his massive shoulders and grunted as he tried to clench Slick up in a chokehold.
But Slick was quick and nimble. He ducked and sidestepped then caught Wild Man with another brick-breaker on his temple that sent him stumbling. Wild Man crumpled to one knee and both his hands hit the ground to brace his fall. He was pushing off to stand up when he felt the rigid barrel of steel heat jammed up against the back of his head.
“You jealous-ass pussy!” Slick said coldly as he cocked his pistol with a cool, steady finger. “Noodles is dead and it is your fault! You left him out there by himself so it ain’t nobody’s fuckin fault but yours!”
Wild Man was frozen on one knee with his sweat-drenched face twisted in a mask of grief and disbelief.
“Slick?” he whispered hoarsely. “Oh word? Is you posting up on me, my nigga?” His eyes bulged in shock and a tear ran down his face. “Is you really pressing ya strap on me?”
“You fuckin right! I oughtta blast your slimy brains out, you lil bitch! You left him out there on purpose, you weak-hearted clown!” Slick spit through clenched teeth. “You was still aggy at him from that other shit and you got him rocked on purpose, you grimy pussy! You got him bodied!”
“Noodles told me to leave!” Wild Man bucked. “You was standing right there! He didn’t want nobody to know what he was doing! He told me to drop him the fuck off!”
“Yeah, and he told you to show the fuck back up too! He told ya ass to show up on time like professionals do! Like brothers do!”
“But I went to look at the—”
“Just pop him!” Jewelz shrieked. She couldn’t take this shit no more. She watched through a haze of tears as Slick held the muzzle of his blicky jammed hard behind Wild Man’s ear. “Clap his bogus-ass, Slick!”
“Jewelz!” Wild Man whirled on her with a look of unbelievable anguish in his eyes. “You turning on me too? You too?”
Still on his knees, he turned back to Slick. “Yeah, ga’ head, B,” Wild Man sneered. A sick grin spread across his face as he dared Slick to blast him without a smidgen of fear. “You think my shit is sideways like that?” He rose to his feet and turned to face his former dude. “Zip me up then, Slick! Let one fly and zip me the fuck up!”
